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Dreamt of driving down that old back road in summertime looked like a country song I smell the warm air I said, "This looks just like home." Insisted, "This is just like home." Even in my dreams I know                     I need to come home.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Back Road
Dreamt of driving down that old back road in summertime looked like a country song I smell the warm air I said, "This looks just like home." Insisted, "This is just like home." Even in my dreams I know                     I need to come home.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
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